Sweet Bay, and coming to a pause.

Its inevitable. The final weeks of growing a baby coupled with the heat of summer, when we mothers feel like whales minus the fact we can’t live in water, are slowed down.

I feel the pull of my attention leaving outer expression, and shifting inward, hunkering down on Home. Getting the nest right. We really are just like wild animals in this way- the ones that birth in quiet dark places and have dens or nest or nooks. There is so much instinctual preparation when it comes to birth and parenthood, for both the father and mother. Stowing away freezer meals for the early weeks postpartum, cleaning corners of the house you never thought to clean, creating room for a new being (particularly if your house is as limited in extra space as mine, one must be creative. people ask us where’s the nursery? the “nursery” is sprinkled about our whole house; crib in our bedroom, rocking chair in the living room, changing surface in the bathroom, floor …